The Old Man - Celtic Thunder, George Donaldson

The tears have all been she’d now

We’ve said our last goodbyes

His soul’s been blest

He’s laid to rest

And now I feel alone

He was more then just my father

My teacher, my best friend

And he’ll still be heard

In the tunes we’ve shared

When I play them on my own

I never will forget him

For he made me what I am

Though he may be gone

Memories linger on

And I miss him, the old man

As a boy, he’d take me walking

By mountain, feild, and stream

And he’d show me thing

Not know to kids

A secret between him and me

Like the colors on a pheasant

As he rises in the dawn

Or how to fish, or make a wish

Beside a fairy tree

I never will forget him

For he made me what I am

Though he may be gone

Memories linger on

And I miss him, the old man

I thought he’d live forever

He seemed so big and strong

But the minutes fly

And the years roll by

For a father and a son

And suddenly when it happened

There was so much left unsaid

No second chance to tell him thanks

For everything he’d done

Oh, I never will forget him

For he made me what I am

Though he may be gone

Memories linger on

God I miss him, the old man